Chapter 58
This is all for pleasure…
Delaney
Dallas’s fingers gripped my throat, and it was all I could do to keep from buckling at my knees and giving in to whatever this Adonis wanted. I was angry and confused and completely lost, but one touch from this man, and I was ready to forget it all just to have him inside of me one last time.
What the hell is wrong with me?
My breath hitched at his words.
I watched closely with anticipation for something I felt I had been waiting for a lifetime when, in reality, it had only been a couple of weeks.
I conjured up ideas of what this moment would feel like, what I would find under that mask, and what I would say to him.
I slightly feared that seeing him so vulnerable might change something between us, but either way, I was ready.
His hand trembled as he reached for the fabric that hung free from the mask—the last piece of a barrier that kept me from fully having him, the final piece of the mystery—who is Dallas Kingston?
As he raised the mask, exposing his chiseled jawline covered in neatly trimmed facial hair, I suddenly forgot how to breathe as more of his face became uncovered and exposed.
Just as the last piece swiped across his eyebrows, I was frozen in time.
I stood staring in the eyes of a familiar face.
I was suddenly taken back months ago when I first made it to California.
Lacy had just nearly tackled me to the ground, knocking my purse from my hands.
A man with the most beautiful eyes captivated me with just his gaze.
Putting it all together, I remembered having lunch with this man after finding my tire flat in the car park outside of my job weeks ago. I’d known who he was all along.
“Wait, you were, I… I… mean you are.” My words stuttered as I tried to force them from my lips, but all I could focus on was the hand still wrapped around my throat and the pool of need between my legs.
The mask was thrilling, yes, but the pair of lustful eyes that stared down at me like a man possessed was something entirely different.
“Fuck, Delaney, when you look at me like that,” he inhaled deeply, breathing me in, “And when you smell like that,” he growled, exhaling, “it’s hard not to lose control with you.” his words were strained.
“Do it,” I said, my voice shaky
“Lose control,” I whispered.
A devious smirk crossed his lips as his brows raised. “Are you sure about this?” His tone was laced with warning, making me instantly second guess myself, but this is what I wanted. If I’m going to be his, I want to be everything he needs.
I bit my lip and nodded my head.
“Excuse me?” he snapped. His voice feigned ange,r but his eyes didn’t match it.
“Yes, Daddy,” I corrected, lowering my gaze from his, playing my part as his good little sub.
“His fingers tightened on my throat as he leaned into me, pressing his body firmly against mine.
“You remember your safe word?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I swallowed hard.
“Good girl,” he cooed, as he had done many times before, but this time was different. This time, there was something more primal about him.
“Kneel,” he commanded. His tone was stern and strained. My body instinctively moved to take a knee without hesitation.
He gripped my face, forcing my gaze to his. His eyes were dark and fierce, intimidating. My heart pounded hard against my chest while I tried to seem unfazed on the outside. I was ready for anything, and I was.
His jaw ticked when my tongue swiped out to moisten my lips habitually.
He breathed in loudly through his nose before something in him snapped, and his fingers were in my mouth, pressed so far back that my teeth grazed his knuckles.
I gagged hard while his other hand held my throat in a tight grip, just tight enough to be arousing.
my eyes closed as moisture built up, spilling over and streaking my cheeks.
The thrill, the fear, and the intensity of it all had me desperate for more.
He pulled his fingers out of my mouth when he sensed I was at my limit; my body tensed with the need to breathe, a thin string of evidence trailing behind, dribbling down my chin.
I breathed in deeply, catching my breath.
“Stick your tongue out,” He ordered, still towering over me.
He laced his fingers through my hair, tugging hard to tilt my head back.
A loud moan slipped my lips as he dominated me in a way I’d never even seen before, with a blaze in his eyes that excited me to my core.
I was soaked, needy, and prepared to see this through.
He leaned in, and when his spit hit my tongue, I made eye contact with a pair of lascivious eyes watching me, searching for my reaction. I felt my entire body heat under his gaze.
Every nerve buzzed while he rubbed his hand down the side of my head, “do you like being a filthy little slut for Daddy?” he cooed, waiting for my response curiously.
I nodded, biting my lip, “Yes, Daddy,”
Without warning, he gripped my arms and pulled me flush with his chest. His hands greedily roamed my body.
I closed my eyes and let my head fall back when he pinched my perked buds between his finger and thumb.
I hissed as a sharp yet pleasant pain radiated through me when he replaced his fingers with his mouth, letting his teeth graze along the top of my sensitive nipples.
“There’s only one way I’m doing this: my way.” He growled
“Now go get on the bed before I fuck you right here on the floor.” I felt my lips curl in a smirk at his threat.
His eyes darkened, “Oh, I see. You wanna be a brat. Is that it?” Before I had time to protest, I was lifted and thrown over his shoulder. He laid an aggressive slap on my bare ass, leaving behind a pleasurable sting, letting out a yelp in protest, but I didn’t dare fight it.
“There’s a flaw in your plan, Sweetheart,” he said confidently as he carried me over his shoulder to the wall of toys, stopping in front of the selection of paddles. He then lowered me onto my feet, keeping my wrists tightly together in his grip.
“Taming brats is my specialty. Now, choose.” he nodded toward the wall. My eyes widened at his request.
Was he going to spank me?
My nerves started to get the best of me when my knees buckled. He swiftly wrapped his hand around my waist to steady me.
“Oh, sweetheart, you don’t have to be afraid; this is all for pleasure.” His menacing chuckle, echoing throughout the room with his playful taunt, sent chills down my spine, and the thrill of excitement took over my senses.
“So what will it be?” he reached up to caress a paddle that was engraved with the word SLUT. His fingers slid over it effortlessly where it hung.
My eyes instinctively darted to his waist, where his belt remained fastened. He smirked.
“Oh, is that what you want?” he teased and reached down, slowly unfastening the hooks that held his designer belt together.
“Good Girl,” he groaned through gritted teeth. I could sense his restraint was growing thin,
I liked it.